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My little blogger friend school scroll box had done something rather wacky so I removed it until I have time to correct it!  Sorry about that!

In other news.  Kids have been playing in the ice.  We inadvertantly learned about weather...there is a key difference between freezing rain and sleet and it was pretty interesting (We'll have to thank the weather man for the great lesson he provided on the news last night).  To make a long story short though you want SLEET not freezing rain.  (Freezing rain attaches itself to power lines and causes all sorts of problems...sleet makes the roads dangerous, but so does the freezing rain, but it doesn't stick to powerlines)

D-12 fell in the ice today.  Okay, not so much fell as threw himself down the hill so he could go sliding.   Although I did warn him of the chance that he would severely injure himself because he's 12 and as you know, all twelve year olds are invincible, he chose to nod, wave  back and answer "yeah".  Too bad he didn't think before he threw himself on the ice and slid into the cemented in corner post of the dog run.  YEOUCH!!!  He's fairly black and blue and clueless.  He wobbled out to the ice after a few minutes of moaning and groaning and did it again.  This time his body screamed enough and he started throwing up and is dizzy.  Although he claims that he didn't hit his head I have to wonder if he has a mild concussion.

He was miserable and M-9 felt awful for him so she came in and made him hot cocoa. As she sat it on the table in the nook it just slid right across the table and hit the floor, shattering the coffee cup and throwing cocoa everywhere.  That's cleaned up now (Although M is feeling awful for breaking Daddy's coffee mug, despite the fact that I have assured her repeatedly that all dad will care about is that she didn't cut herself).

E-4 keeps running down the hall and coming back to me laughing with nothing on but a mitten (On his hand! Get your mind out of the gutter).  He doesn't seem to understand that it's 20 degrees out.  Either that or he doesn't care...or he enjoys the outraged yell from G-6 everytime he accidentally glances up to see Little man running around in his scivvies. 

I totally don't feel like cooking dinner tonight.  If I had my 'druthers we'd get pizza...of course i would also need money and a road not caked in ice.  I suppose that means I must cook. DARN DARN DARN!